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Changing Faces	By : WynterRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Laura, I love you sweetheart. You are still so totally awesome and amazing and the best beta ever…you don’t care if I call you at 2 am to complain about the fic, you just tell me you love me anyway. Alix: For the pet peeve, I will do this for you. The songs will only be posted to my journal when I post it there. I will take them out for AFF, and yes there is a reason for the whole het thing…as disturbing to me as it is as well it is a necessary evil. Thrnbrooke: I don’t trust Kreacher or the portrait either, and I will do my best to update quickly, just for you. What About Love ~ song by Heart For lyrics see http://www.livejournal.com/community/cynful_musings where I post my stories first, and where all of them can be found. ~~*~~
Harry slept restlessly for a couple of hours. Silver eyes haunted him, teasing him, dragging him through memories as he tossed and turned.
“Harry, do you just enjoy lurking around in hallways, or are you waiting for someone?” she asked quietly from behind him.
He spun around and stared into the hazel eyes he had come to expect when she was on her rounds. He wanted to tell her about his obsession with Malfoy, knowing that he was up to something. Then again, he didn’t want anyone else to tell him he was imagining things. He didn’t want to see that look from her eyes that everyone else gave him. “Of course I’m waiting for someone. I was hoping you would be coming through here tonight,” he said casually, leaning back against the wall.
Fire flashed through her eyes. She leaned in close, close enough to almost kiss him before she spoke. “You know the last I checked a certain red-head is still attached to your side. You said you were mine, yet you aren’t showing it. Do you care to explain that one?”
“I have to keep up appearances, you know that. Everyone would wonder why I stopped having a relationship with her for no reason at all. It isn’t like I can go around saying that I am now the personal sex toy of one Nymphadora Tonks, now can I?” Harry was getting agitated. He hated lying to Ginny about where he disappeared to. He hated sneaking around the castle, but he couldn’t get Tonks out of his head. Aside from his steadily growing obsession with Malfoy, the only other thoughts in his head were of the fiery Metamorphmagus who was standing in front of him.
Tonks pulled him in close to her and crushed his lips to hers. “Just don’t forget who your lips belong to. I don’t want to hear about you shagging that useless chit. I don’t want to see you playing with each others' tonsils. You are mine, Harry.”
Harry’s eyes went wide with the venom that was coming out of her mouth. This was a possessive side he had not seen before in her. “Of course not,” he stuttered, “my body belongs to you.”
She ran her hand down his chest. “Yes, it does, doesn’t it?” She pushed open the door to the Room of Requirement and pulled Harry in after her. She closed the door by pushing Harry up against it. Her lips were bruising as she left a mark on his body..
She broke contact and pushed him towards the bed. She quickly took his shirt off, letting her nails trailing his tanned skin leaving red marks down his chest. Harry moaned softly. She attacked his nipples first, taking one into her mouth and teasing the other with her fingers. She nipped and licked at the nipple until it was hard. She slowly nibbled her way down his body, unfastening his trousers and pulling them off. She spread his legs apart and instead of attacking his cock, she bit into his inner thigh, making Harry cry out. She didn’t end her assault there. She continued to suck and lick and bite until she had left a large hickey at the top of his inner thigh. She rose up and looked at Harry with silver eyes filled with passion and anger and something more, he wasn’t sure what. She was claiming his body to ensure that it would only respond to her touch. She leaned down and left another bite mark on his other thigh. “Mine, Harry, all mine,” she said possessively.
She raked her hands up his chest as she rose and claimed his cock for her own. She took as much of it in as possible, sucking and licking. Harry’s body responded as he thrust in time with her mouth. She grabbed his balls and began to roll them in her hand, using her nails to tease and torment Harry.
When she felt he had enough, she got up off her knees and climbed onto the bed with Harry. She straddled his waist and lowered herself onto his cock. She ground herself onto him over and over again, watching his expressions as she claimed his body. Harry began to whimper and cry out her name.
“Look at me, Harry. You are mine. Do you understand me?” He opened his eyes and stared into the silvery mist before him. “Look at me and know me, Harry,” she demanded.
Harry cried out as he came. He looked around the darkened room and saw that he was alone in his room at Grimmauld Place. He took a deep breath and sighed, trying to calm himself from his mind-blowing orgasm.
That was the most realistic dream yet. He cast a Cleansing Spell for his trousers. Why now? Why all of a sudden did he have to see her whenever he closed his eyes? He didn’t use to dream about her.
Harry hit the pillow behind his head and kicked the mattress. It just wasn’t fair.
He sat up and looked at his watch. He had only slept for about an hour and a half. He looked over at his dresser and saw the envelope. He knew that no one had been in his room while he was sleeping. He didn’t remember seeing it when he came into the room earlier, but he had been so tired. He walked over to the dresser and opened the letter.
Potter,
I know I’m the last person you want to hear from, but I always keep my oaths. This will just be the first of many clues you will find.
I explain only this: it was his last request. Only in honor of him, do I even continue. You must go to your relatives. He stressed this multiple times. Stay there until you realize your next step.
Remember your training and practice. Time is of the essence. I can hold them at bay only so long.
HBP
Harry almost tore the letter up in anger. How dare Snape come into his house after what he did? How dare he leave a letter lying around for anyone to find? How dare he even think to lecture me about what has happened?
He was getting ready to go on and tear up the letter and just go back to the Weasleys when he realized that this was what Dumbledore had wanted. He had wanted Harry to go to his relatives. That had been Harry's plan from this morning. He was not going to let his temper get in the way with what he had already planned.
Harry realized then what Snape had been trying to teach him over and over again. As long as his temper got the best of him, he would never defeat Voldemort, let alone Snape. Vengeance would still be his and it would be sweet, but he would not let his anger lead him along the path. He would practice his Occlumency because he knew it was a vital. He would stay with his aunt and uncle to learn to control his temper.
Defeating Snape was not the final goal. He had to keep that in mind. The final battle was for Voldemort. If he could not defeat Snape, there was no point in attempting to find Voldemort.
The biggest question was why did Snape leave the letter? Surely the man was not going to go all over England and leave clues. He would try to get in touch with Harry at some point. How did the man know that Harry was going to go to Grimmauld Place? That was frustrating. It was as if Snape was reading his mind. He had not told anyone except the Weasleys where he was going and that had just been the day before.
Harry folded the letter and shrunk it down to a minute size. He stuffed it into his pocket with his other belongings. He knew there were keys to finding Snape in the letter, and he knew that if he just threw it away he would throw away his chance of finding him and avenging Dumbledore’s death.
Harry sighed. “I guess I really do need to get ready for the Dursleys now. DOBBY, WINKY, KREACHER,” he yelled as he walked down the stairs.
There were three cracks as the elves popped into the living room. “Yes sir, Master Harry sir,” Winky said, hoping for a new task.
“Dobby, I want you to continue to keep an eye on this errant house-elf. Keep Kreacher in line, but do NOT kill him. Kreacher, you will still continue to follow my previous orders. You will not contact anyone from the Malfoys or the Blacks. You will stay here and help keep this house straightened up until I have need of a spy again. Dobby, keep him in line.” Sirius’ mother’s portrait had begun ranting and raving about the filth in the house. “Oh and Dobby, see what you can do to permanently shut up the previous mistress of the house. I’m tired of her.”
Harry turned and looked at Winky, who was looking fearful. She had never seen the determined look in her new master’s eyes and it was scaring her. She cringed back when Harry knelt down next to her and touched her shoulder. “Do not be scared, Winky,” he said softly. “I am most thankful that you have decided to become my house-elf.” Winky let out a sigh and a shy smile as he continued to talk. “I have a special job for you. I want you to take care of this house. I would like for it to be fit for people to live in at any given moment. Can you do that for me, please?”
“Yes, sir, Master Harry, sir. Winky be doing a good job for her new master.”
“Thank you, Winky. Now, the three of you need to know this. This house now has a new secret keeper. The only people who know where the house is located are the Weasleys and Hermione. I will let you know if anyone else is allowed to come before they show up. If someone else shows up, no matter who it is, I want the three of you to Apparate to the Burrow and remain hidden in the attic or someplace safe until I can locate you or one of the Weasleys. They are my extended family and as such, I will trust your fate to them if something were to happen to me. Do you understand this, Kreacher?”
Kreacher mumbled under his breath, but he knew he had to answer to his new owner. “Yes sir,” he forced out.
“Good, as I said, if someone other than the Weasleys or Hermione is to show up, something may have happened to me. I will not let anyone else know the address until I let you know they are coming. This is for everyone’s safety.
“Now that that is out of the way, I will be making a journey to my blood relatives’ house. I’m not sure how long I will be there, but I will return here before I journey anywhere else. This is going to become a safe haven for any of my loved ones who need to be protected.”
“We is understanding, Master Harry, sir,” Dobby replied. “I is looking out for the house for you and is taking care of everything while you are gone.”
“Thank you, Dobby. I appreciate all you do for me. I appreciate all three of you, yes even you Kreacher, when you do as you are told.”
Without a backwards glance, Harry walked out the door to Grimmauld Place and hailed a cab to the train station.
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